Chapter 7:

Three days later and I still hadn't had any new memories. I was frustrated with myself. I could tell the guys were also starting to get annoyed with having to inform me on absolutely everything. I sighed as I finished curling my long brown hair. I wheeled myself out of the hotel bathroom, thanking God I would finally be able to use crutches in two days.

"Hey, you ready?" Louis inquired.

"Yeah, I guess." I shrugged, looking down at my outfit for the night. High waisted floral skit and a simple white v-neck. My hair was curled and I tried to hide the small bruises and cuts on my face with concealer.

"You look beautiful." Louis grinned grabbing me up in a hug.

"Yeah, sure." I rolled my eyes and wheeled myself out of the fancy hotel room.

"Hey, where's your smile been lately? I miss it." Louis pouted. I forced a tiny smile on my face. Louis responded by rolling his eyes. "I've lived with you for eighteen years, I think I know when you're faking one."

"Yeah, well, there's not a whole lot to smile about lately." I replied bitterly as I wheeled myself up to the other boys. They all shared a look at my statement. Oh yay, more secrets and hidden looks.

"You got us, that's a start.." Harry began.

"Save it. I'm fine. You guys are performing on Saturday Night Live, let's not talk about me." I cut him off, plastering a wider smile on my face, trying to convince them to drop it. Niall quirked an eyebrow at me, but I just continued to smile. Eventually they decided not to push it and we all crowded into the van. It was a short drive to the studio and I simply listened to the conversations happening around me, instead of joining in. I rested my head against the cool glass, aware of the glances the boys occasionally threw me. 

"Alright, straight to the dressing room." Paul instructed, motioning wildly in different directions. I had been given the choice earlier to either watch the show from the audience or watch it from the dressing room. Eventually, I decided on the dressing room. Didn't feel like being in the public quite yet.

"She is extremely fit." I overheard Harry talking to Niall and Zayn about this famous lady who's big chested or something. I didn't really pay attention. My eyes rolled as they continued to talk about her chest. Boys definitely hadn't changed in the three years of my memory loss.

"Can I use your laptop?" I tried my puppy dog eyes on Lou, who had just finished a conversation with Emmalie, the stylist.

"Sure." Louis grinned handing me the Mac. I was surprised he had given in so easily. I had no clue what I was going to do on the computer, considering I couldn't get on Facebook because the boys had all agreed to change my password. Apparently they would rather me find out things by them or whatever. I was hardly aware of the boys running around the room and instead got comfy on the couch with the laptop on my lap. I googled random shit and came up with this thing called Twitter. Huh. Maybe I had one. I searched Brooklyn Taylor Tomlinson.

BrookTommo

Bingo. I clicked on the little box thing and my eyes widened slightly. 200,000 thousand followers? That was a large number. What did followers mean anyway? I finally found a button to look at these things called 'tweets.' Apparently it was everything I had said. I had heard about a Twitter three years ago, but no one really paid any attention to it. But now it was something big, I guess.

BrookTommo: Great time in New York! Love this city, met some lovely girls! xx

Two weeks ago.

BrookTommo: Lou just had a breakdown because he ran out of Yorkshire tea. Mum, care to send some more? :) x

Two weeks ago.

BrookTommo: Phew, I'm tired! Can't believe how crazy things have been lately. Proud of @OneDirection, 'specially you @Louis_Tomlinson!

Two weeks ago.

BrookTommo: Keep going, don't look back. Things happen, but you have to keep your head up! x

Three weeks ago.

BrookTommo: Harry keeps sniffing my hair. Apparently it smells like Narnia? xx

Three weeks ago.

BrookTommo: Woah, crazy show tonight with Big Time Rush! Lots of hype going on right now! xx

One month ago.

BrookTommo: Missing Lottie, Fizzy, and the twins. Can't wait to see you again :) xx

One month ago.

BrookTommo: Apparently you can't microwave tinfoil. #LessonLearned.

One month ago.

BrookTommo: That boy stole my heart and I don't think he's planning on giving it back. To be honest, I'm completely fine with that :) #loveyou xx

One month ago.

My entire body froze as I looked at that tweet. Boyfriend? No one mentioned anything about me having a boyfriend. I scrolled faster through the tweets, looking for any type of mention of who my boyfriend was. All I found was tweets from the boys, tweets to the boys.. My palms started to sweat, as I realized this might be the massive thing the boys were keeping from me.

But why wouldn't they tell me I had a boyfriend? Who was it? Did the boys not like the boy I was dating? Did we break up in the last month? 

Questions kept swimming around my head as I stared at the computer screen. I heard the boys' voices and immediately switched tabs to pinball. I mean, no one can hate pinball.

"You winning?" Harry teased, looking over my shoulder.

"Uh, yeah." I answered shakily, before shutting it and putting it on the table. I couldn't help it that I was still kind of shaking.

"What's wrong?" Niall immediately was in front of me, hand in mine as he stared into my eyes.

"Oh, nothing, I'm fine." I smiled weakly at him. I tried my best to ignore the crystal blue eyes that were shimmering with worry.

"You need to start talking to us about thing-"

"Boys! Soundcheck! Right now, get your butts on stage." Paul announced, practically herding them out of the room. I waved halfheartedly, ignoring the second glances they were shooting me. My mind was still reeling.

I was determined to find out the truth.